Home for him lay well south of Heaven — closer to the border with Hell — or somewhere round Central Texas, morally speaking, that is. Quietly uncertain of everything apart…… Read more “Kindred Spirits, Wicked Souls”

People typically share a sort of yearning affinity for the distinctive jingle that ice cream trucks use to bait neighborhood kids; Roland did not. He always found it sort…… Read more “Napalm and Strawberry Shortcake”